Who would write me a mail tonight
My Inbox says ‘Zero Unread’;
Needy, I reload the page again,
Hopeful of talking to someone
Before land up in my bed.
I stare at the bright screen
Nostalgic about an old conversation
Wondering if I really no more
Matter at all to anybody, anyone.
Where have the people gone
Who called themselves my friends?
Who promised that they’d write to me
Their mails were going to have no ends.
Desperate, I write to some random guy
And we talk of all the banalities.
I smile, I giggle, I yawn and I fiddle,
But there’s no going away
Of my heart’s stubborn crease.
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